Luyện nghe bài hát Bust 'Em In

Hard to the core we are.
The federated of the Pharaoh murderer squad.
Run run, we gonna tear the piece up.
Uh huh, you don't beef because.

Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in.
I had enough of them, yo bust em in.
Lost em in.
bust em in. (3x)

AOTP, Nikes and ice links
You won't feel till the punch like a spiked drink
Sipping Goose till my eyes pink, ninety-five rings
Real survive things and die kings
I can that homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me"
So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan
You got a homeboy? Then show it to me
The majestic, I spit a roll of golden fruities
I'm old school like a dooby
Daddyo my hoes is groovy, pay my rent dough from groupies
A pimp and a killer, gorilla in project
Nine milli only defence of my logic
The shotgun just sits in the
Waiting for you fuckers to dip in my shit
Nonsense, the weak could never stop the
Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys girls

to the motherfucking core we are
The army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run run, we gonna tear the head up
Uh huh, you don't beef because

I had enough of them, yo bust em in.
Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in.
bust em in.
Bust em in. (3x)

I treat tools like bitches I always got a few biscuits
And bus em in like kids from different school
Y'all dipshits will get spinal discs flipped
Rhymes will the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit
Nickel-plated nine like diamonds on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a bitch when the candle wick's lit
Want to sample shit? You need to read Sanskrit
And to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit
through the Red Seas like an escaped slave
Then holding up the walls of water my sound waves
Like I was doing during Public Execution, half-human half-mutant
Ap the seed of
Gats shooting, shots off of my steel body
And three quarter length fat goose to shotties
The god walks the of the Sun it won't melt feet
Cause when's the last time you Ap rip a Celph beat?

Hard to the core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh squad
Run run, we gonna the head piece up
Uh huh, you don't want because

I had enough of them, yo bust em in
Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in
bust em in
Bust em in (3x)

I'm a five-star general, the motherfucking man
Flip a bird, a swammy with the same hand
And do a rain when blood splatters and sprays
Cement mix in your IV your anatomy grey
ratted at A-O-T-P not trenched with OPP
I'm obsessed with OCD, a mental patient
With onboard computer integration
One of rap's most innovative voices or
In front of missile-command
I look around, all my choices blow
So now you should know I'm the don of
Flamethrower, I'm Cobra Kai and I'm it dojo name goers
Come down and sign up, I'm training soldiers to rhyme rough and get they up
Cause you ain't fucking with the gold beard Rubix Cuban
No rap is nowhere near what I just here oh yeah